Fairytale Weddings Only Happen in Real Life

A lot has happened since my last post, all of which I planned to write about: my friend's big wedding, a visit from Justin's brother and sister in law, a different sort of experience in the hospital waiting room, and the fact that J.J. has fallen so in love with goldfish crackers that when he gets to the end of the bag, he spills them on the floor and rolls around in the crumbs. Alas, time got away from me.

And as with a letter to an old friend, sometimes there is so much to write about that you don't know where to start, so you don't. Time gets away from you.

So I'll write about the first thing I was going to write about: big weddings. Some people call these "fairytale weddings," but I think fairytales give weddings a bad name.

Cindarella's marriage, for instance, seemed shaky at best. Here was a couple who based their entire relationship on whether a glass shoe fit. Who cares? As soon as you stand up, it's going to shatter anyway. "Yay, it fits. Boo, I need foot surgery."

And as for the prince, his sole criteria for a soul mate was her foot size. I imagined him talking to his friend, the Duke of Count Chocula, or whatever: "What is my ideal woman? Well, she would have tiny little baby feet. And...well, that's pretty much it. I mean, ideally, her carriage would resemble a pumpkin, but that would be icing on the cake."

But in real life, I love fairytale weddings. I love how everybody wears a white wedding dress--which is a fairly new tradition. In the old days, you would wear your Sunday best, be it blue or red or yellow. Then Queen Victoria wore white to her wedding, and the color stuck. Now, it's something everybody does no matter where they come from. Whether the bride and groom take the city bus or a Bentley to their wedding, you can bet that there will be a white dress involved.

I also love how the bride's people and groom's people spend so much time together leading up to the wedding, that they become fast friends. To the point that after the wedding, you feel like, "Where has my social life gone? I used to go to parties with people and champagne and brie cheese. Now I'm sitting at home watching 'The Wedding Singer,' What the hell happened to me?"
Speaking of wedding singers, I love them, too. I know some people like cutting edge music or obscure musicians, but give me a nice melody anyday. I think most people feel that way. That's what wedding singers sing. And I love how there's always one song that everyone on the dance floor throws their heads back and sings the chorus. At this wedding it was "Take On Me," by A-ha.

Most of all, I love the part in weddings where the priest says, "Now you may kiss the bride." It's always romantic and endearing, no matter how many times you see it.

So that's what I love about real-life fairytale weddings. Unlike Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, when the prince fell in love with the princess while she was asleep. What is he going to say when they get in their first argument: "You know, I liked you a lot better when you were comatose."

At my friend's wedding, the priest talked about how she and the groom already had successful careers and happy lives. They married for love alone, not because that was the way the story was supposed to end.

I guess that's what I love about big weddings. They have all the trappings of a fairytale, but you know that when the wedding is over, there really is going to be a happy ending.

Anyway, I just wanted to write something, so that you wouldn't think that now I only write when I have something to brag about, in which case the entries would be few and far between. You might have thought, because of the last two posts, that the theme of the blog was: "Awesome things that are happening in my life right now, for you to read about and enjoy."

But don't worry, good luck comes in small portions when you're a writer, so once again the theme of this blog is the less specific: "Things that are happening."